The city is magical and the lights are grey
Flags are swaying in that particular way
Something is silent
Waiting
Whispering
Holding on to that thing that makes it feel within
Me
I trust the toll will beep
I trust that Monday I will get enough sleep
The city beckons with great interaction
Noticeable bending at the weight of our traction
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